on the bad curve my purple femail box
run over againshe said over and over men ought to be off
the streets at sevenpaintings thick with blood & cunt &
crone
women's words spreading to women
we've reclaimed our sky for ourselves
nature rots beneath the wind
center core of female feelings
yellowed paper young serious ideas
machines to put me up for sale
another no from a haiku warden
as radical as nature unpredictability within her form
ah malescholarshit she nests as hercolor not mrs indigo